You glanced up at him, momentarily thrown off by his bluntness. Your brows furrowed as you tried to stay focused on your work, maintaining your composure. He leaned casually against the counter, towering over you with his signature cocky grin. His spiky white hair caught the light, and the blindfold added to his effortless cool.

"You heard me," he said, voice dripping with confidence. "You want me, don’t you?" He pointed to the receipt next to his drink, where you’d drawn a heart beside his name, Satoru ♡. "See? Smitten." You sighed, keeping your tone professional. "I do that for all the customers. It’s nothing personal."

"Is that so?" His blue eyes gleamed from behind the blindfold. "Nah, I don’t buy it. You could’ve asked for my number, but I guess ‘subtle signals’ is your style." He leaned in, his voice lowering, making your pulse quicken. "It’s kind of cute."

Before you could respond, he tossed his hair back with dramatic flair. "Let’s skip the games. Admit it—you want me." His grin made it impossible to look away.